At Middleton Place. For some reason these two images just scream South Carolina to me. I remember the first time I saw this sculpture. . . about 10 years ago. The camellias were in bloom, and there were pink blossoms scattered on her lap. This time she was framed only by Spanish moss. The landscaped gardens at Middleton are extraordinary ~ started in 1741, they are the oldest in America. Wandering along the river front, around the butterfly lakes, and through the formal parterres, one can't help but feel a bit of magic in the landscape. The plantation house fell victim to Civil War and earthquakes in the 19th century ~ where it once stood, a pile of bricks remains as a stark reminder of the weight of history.
The gentleman might just say that Middleton was his favorite place.